Was just trying to write this post on our back deck, in the lovely sunshine.(Too bright: couldn't see the screen.) Typical Calgary summer weather finally is here with the rain ending and clear, sunny days, day after day. Never gets uncomfortably warm, or only slightly so, and the air coming in the window in our homes (without a.c.) seems "sweet."

Calgary factoid I learned yesterday while browsing in a Chapters (sort of like Borders). A book by Christopher Buckley mentioned that his father, William F. Buckley, worked one summer in the early 50's in Calgary. His father, I take it, was a Texas oil man among other things and WFB was working in one of his dad's offices. Calgary then was vastly different with a true small town feel, or so I am told. (WFB, by the way, flew over the mountains to visit a young lady, a Vancouverite, he'd met back east, and they were married like a year later.)